TRIGGER WARNING: HEAVY CONTENT AND VIOLENCE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!!
ANGEL
"I don’t believe you!" My eyes narrowed at Damien sharply, until I saw Daddy myself, I would never doubt him, no matter what, Damien could not shake my trust. Because if I believed him just one bit, it meant I was betraying Daddy too.
"Whether you believe it or not doesn’t change the truth,"
I scoffed again, my eyes burning daggers at him which I wished were real, I’d stab it into his blackened heart and make him hurt, as he deserved for trying to pin his sickening act on Daddy.
"I was right all along, you and your sister only came to destroy our family. How long have you guys planned this? Jillian has always been jealous of me, and you wanted Daddy’s position! Am I right?"
"You are way dumber than I expected, spoilt rotten and good for nothing...you are so clueless about Vinthat it’s laughable,"
"Shut up!" I clenched out.
"You must have wanted his cóck so bad if you traded your brain cells for it,"
"And what about you? What good Uncle on earth wants to fuck his own niece? Look how much you hurt me, don’t you feel bad at all?"
I made a big mistake with those words because his gaze pinned on my breasts. And stayed.
"It suits you better, Jillian would probably trade a fortune for a photo of you as filthy as you are,"
"Bastard!"
"Vinshould see it too, some good training is what he should have given you, but then again, I can easily show him how much we’ve progressed. You even called me Uncle, while begging for it.
"I wasn’t begging for it!" I growled at him, he only smiled.
"You were. Just like you’re begging for it now. Just like you’ll beg for my cock soon,"
He was sick. Totally beyond reasoning.
So, I was right. He was going to use me to threaten Daddy. And he planned to ràpe me!
If only I could escape. As if on cue, my brain suddenly registered that I was no longer bound. My limbs were free, maybe I could make a run for it.
I started to crawl. Damien lifted a dark brow as I moved backwards on the mattress. Away from him.
If only I could get to the door... If I could reach outside. . .
I could scream for help and—
"Don’t be stupid, Angel. I’ll catch you before you even take two steps... and I’ll break those legs of yours,"
I froze. My body obeyed before my brain even processed his threats.
I was already at the edge of the bed.
"You’ve already earned enough punishment as it is, don’t make your situation worse,"
I blinked and Damien was already standing next to me like he’d teleported.
He leaned, his fingers dug under my thighs, hauling me from the bed.
"What are you d-doing?!" I shrieked in horror, squirming against his grip.
He lifted me, my limbs dangling uselessly as he slung me on his shoulder.
"You reek, Angel, time for a bath so we can proceed,"
Proceed with what? I wasn’t sure I wanted to even know what that meant.
His palm settled uncomfortably on my ass. He squeezed one cheek firmly. I screamed, completely mortified.
"Put me down! Let go of me!"
He walked towards the door I’d already guessed to lead to the bathroom. He twisted the knob. It was simple. There was a shower stand, a small rail where towels and robes hung, Damien walked past the large mirror, and my breath froze.
I couldn’t believe my reflection. My cheeks were painted with mascara, my eyes red and puffy, and my hair... my long wavy hair which I used to painstakingly take care of was now matted to my skin in knots that resembled a bed nest.
My eyes were dull.
The hair that Daddy used to stroke was ugly. My skin has been tainted by Damien.
Ugly was but a small word compared to the girl I was staring at.
This girl looked broken. Hideous. I didn’t look like me at all. This wasn’t Angel Hale. Damien was killing her, making me resemble someone else as he’d promised.
"Put me down!" I snarled, rage erupting from me all of a sudden, so hot, until I felt like my flesh would melt.
"Damien, I said put me down! Put me down!" My voice tore out of me.
My fingers balled into fists, and I slammed them into his lower back.
My nails dragged across his skin, scraping hard enough that I expected him to hiss, to jerk, to react—anything.
But his sculpted back may as well have been carved from stone. He didn’t even flinch at all.
Panic clawed its way up my throat. I was regretting every stupid moment I’d spent rolling my eyes when Daddy suggested self-defence lessons.
I thought I’d never need them. I thought Daddy would protect me from the bad men forever, I loved being dependent on him for everything.
And now here I was—over this heartless bastard’s shoulder.
"Stop moving." Damien’s voice vibrated with warning.
"Stop breathing!" I shot back, spitting the words like venom.
Before I could suck in my next angry breath, my world flipped.
"Argh!" I screamed, my body crashed onto cold tiles with a sickening smack.
Air punched out of my lungs and pain exploded up my spine, radiating through my hips in fiery pulses.
"Bastard!" I hissed, glaring up at Damien with watery eyes. My teeth ground together because I wanted... No, I needed to rip him apart.
How could he hurt me like this?
Didn’t he possess even the slightest shred of sympathy?
He could’ve broken my spine. What if I never walked again?
Those steely eyes were filled with cold indifference, like my suffering was nothing to him.
"How could you forget your manners so easily? I thought we were making progress."
"You are one motherfùcking retàrd!" I screamed from the floor, shaking with rage. "Does hurting little girls make you feel more like a man?"
His expression didn’t change. Not even a twitch.
Then his hand shot out.
His fingers clamped around my neck, and he yanked me upward like I weighed nothing. A strangled cry ripped from my throat as my feet scrambled uselessly against the tiles.
"Let me go! I’m going to fucking kill you!"
I swung blindly, recklessly, fueled by pure adrenaline.
My palm cracked across his face. Pain bit through my wrist, but I didn’t care, not even a little. I hit him again—
Or rather, I tried to.
"Enough!" He roared.
I didn’t stop.
I lifted my hand again, feral and ready to strike, but he caught my wrist mid-air and crushed it in a grip so tight I swore I heard my bones creak.
For the next tiniest second, his eyes changed. Darker. Furious.
I thought he’d slap me, I even braced myself for his hit.
Instead, he reached for my hair, yanking so hard that tears sprang instantly to my eyes. I could feel strands ripped from my scalp, bursting pain across my skull.
I stumbled, choking, as he dragged me toward the shower.
The water hit like a shock, freezing and brutal. I jerked with a gasp, some of it entering my mouth, soothing my parched throat unwillingly.
"Now," he said, his eyes like silver needles pricking my skin. "I also have a question for you. And I will decide how to add it to the punishment you’ve accumulated."
I held his stare defiantly even though fear crawled into my bones. Punishment? Accumulated? Like he’d been counting every bad word I’d said, and maybe the slap too.
He was going to hurt me. He might not hit me, but he had other plans, I could see it in those dead-looking eyes.
He stepped closer. And closer. Until the water blasted his skin too, and my hardened peaks stabbed against his chest. His palm grazed down my abdomen, I sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers were hot and solid. Like he owned me, like I belonged to him.
His hand slipped further, a whimper stuck in my throat. I squeezed my thigh together. Not again. My body wasn’t his to penetrate as he liked. His fingers trailed my pubis, not venturing lower. Yet.
"Why did you allow that bastard to eat your pussy? This cunt wasn’t his to taste!"